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MANIFEST AFTER THE CURTAIN

MANIFEST AFTER THE CURTAIN

When I was little I ran with my brother after our parents. Running and playing because I wanted to, because we had fun. But now, I do not have fun, but do others have fun. They are sitting looking at me, applaud and laugh at what I do. That injury and injury me learn how to make people laugh.

I do not remember what my family. I was very young when we separated from that paradise so beautiful and broad. I missed far to go and learn. In it I felt free, was a world. However, during this coming and going, I can only spin around me. And when I get one of my many destinations, I feel a relief that is quickly lost by the stress of preparing for that bunch impassive faces and different trades, but identical in sentiment. I imagine they do not know who's behind all this game, but many colleagues tell me I better not fool me, what they do know. So I wonder why they have never done anything for an end this ordeal.

Today I americium in a South American state in which it clasp a special date one-third callers. Overall, it's one more, because in all the places I go I hear the same noise, the same laughter. I do not understand how they do not bother so much uproar, many lights. As much as I do this for a long time, can not get used. Perhaps this is convention habitat in the mine was not.

Yesterday was very tired because it was the last day of readying for the big premiere. My companions and I ended up very tired, but after sticks, whips, screaming, hitting and food isolates, we could, though trembling, jump, climb on a chair, running and passing a hoop of fire, carry the weight of our guides bipeds, tamers are told. For as in the trial, it was this night that is about to end. The first time I played it I was sure I would have a special award I kept that hope for several season but now my dream is no more than a piece of meat.

I do not know if I americium irrational or those posing in front of me. Just know that I feel tired and sad. I would like to escape but I volition not suffer the Lapp destiny of that chap who escaped and ended his years unsuccessfully trying to dodge a bullet.

While completing these line I heard one of the many colleague had just given birth. I am sorry that their firstborn born in this wreck and not in that paradise of which I am filled with nostalgia. Sorry I do not want to finish as I lean I do not want to reach old after so many trip in their organs of smell and their limb are the only one who tin pass sufridamente the bars of a coop in which I americium tonight .

Nevertheless I keep hoping that one day those homo caller aware of what I feel right now and do something for this place we call the free circus like me we need to dream again and live in our true habitat. In it no one amaestrar to make people laugh.

AN OLD LION

by: CircusFuture

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